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City Paper.
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ADVERTISERS
fcnges of advertisements in
flTy Pioneer must reach this office by
'clock a. m. in order to insure their
earance in the issue of same day.
HE citizens of Botnidji are
always looking, out for the inter
ests of our gfair city but there
are some things that arc being
overlooked. For instance, the
condition of] the lake front. Ex
cursions are billed for our city
shortly, and to (make a good im
pression upon the people who
visit hero, would it not be a good
plan to clear away the rubbish,
logs, etc., that have gathered on
the shores of beautiful Lake Be
midji, rather than to allow more
to collect there, as is being done?
RUMOK
WHEN
has it that Circuit
Attorney Joseph W. Folk of St.
Louis, Mo., is to assassinated,
and the price to be paid is sail
to be $5,000. The police so far
are satisfied that such" plot ex
ists, and that an attempt has
been made to carry it into effect.
Man who revealed plot is promi
nent in St. Louis, and his word
considered reliable.
the county commission-1
ers started work on the new,
court house, it was understood
that the citizens of the city should
subscribe a sufficient amount of
money to purchase a clock for
the curj&laZ The clock has not
made its appearance as yet.
the ice man is fol
lowing close in the path of the
coal man and is demanding more
money for his product as a re
sult of the floods'along the Mis
souri. The price heretofore paid
was $5150 per l,liy() pounds, but
now it has swelled to $4.
CHICKEN" SANDWICHES in Kan
sas City have raised from 10 to 15
cents, with the result that the
old price level of 10 cents has
been Hooded, and it will be neces
sary to build another story to se3
daylight.
HE Hoods have devastated
parts of Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas,
Missouri, and to some extent
parts of Illinois, Wisconsin and
Minnesota, but they never hit
"Big Bemidj" yet!
Trouble Averted.
WindigSir, I understand you
said I was an unmitigated liar.
Biffkins You^ have been mis
informed. I did not use the
word unmitigated.
WindigThen I accept your
apology, sir.
The WayOThey Do It In Boston.
The PolicemanSay, son, are
you lost?
..ChildNo, sir. I know my
whereabouts perfectly, but I
presume my father and mother
would like to be directed to
where I am.
HOW NOME WAS NAMED.
Insignificant Error Which Deter
mined Its Appellation.
There is to be a considerable rush
for Nome next month, if one may be
lieve what one hears among mining
men. There is no more sensational
ism, but plenty of effort and inten
tion. Men are going there who have
thought over the situation very seri
ously since the wild cn\ze of a few
years ago, and they will go prepared
for hardships and disappointment
How was Nome named? By a man
on the Herald, one of the Franklin
rescue ships. When tr-e manuscript
chart of the Cape Nome region was
Constructed attention was called to
the fact that the cape had no name
by the insertion of this"? name?"
The interrogation point was inked in
by a draughtsman as a "C," and the
"a" in "name" being indistinct he
Interpreted is as an "o" hence "C.
Nome"Cape Nome." This little ro
mance occurred in 1853. What's in a
name? Nome.New York Press.
wam
The Cal! of Freedom.
"When freedom calls in thunder tones,
Far sea to sea replies.
And God the cause of freedom owns
And thunders from the skies.
The highest law is fiwdom's word,
And where her sons have bled
Each wind swayed reed becomes a sword
To strike oppression dead.
Holy her cause, and wiio fights,
Contending for a clod
Where freedom mourns her ruined rights,
A Hero is to God.
Frank T... Stanton.
Q-OOOOOOOOOOO
The doctor had made his last visit
for the night and the nursel was left
alone with her "jkatienta typhoid
fever patient, muscular and raving.
He had heen as self-willed in his
illness as a spoiled chijd. He had
been almost convalescent when,
against all warning /-hil the day
nurse was chatting v/i'ih the doctor
he had staggered from his bed to a
basket of fruit on the table and eaten
two peaches before he was seen. The
result was a relapse into a far more
critical condition than he had been
at first. Here he lay now, struggling
against death itself. She wondered
whether he had a sister who was fond
of himor a sweetheart?who had
been sending him these baskets of
fruit.
He was breathing regularly in
fitful doze. She returned to her chair
av leaned forward to look at him
with her chin in her hand.
Although she was not aware of it
he had changed for her from being
a "case" he had become a human
being with a claim of interest on her,
and she frowned at his mutt ring of
pain. Poor fellow! Life must have
been so full for him of interests, ac
tivities, promises, achievements. To
have it all end this way, futilely' He
had given the college cry on" in a
delirium and struggled panting
through a football game. And once
he hydd been standing on the platform
of debate. And another time he had
been writing an examination in law.
And still another time she thought
that she heard him speak Jim's name
in the jumble of delirious mutter
ings.
Jim was to have been a lawyer.
Poor Jim! Her eyes filled at that
old, tear-stained memory of Jim
and her father drowned together in
that horrible accident on *he Dela
ware. Well, she at least had not
been a burden on her mother's small
income, and soonas soon as she
was graduated from the hospital
she would be not only self-supporting
but an aid to others. There
were two long years of hard work
before her yet. She bit her lip.
The untiring run and babble of his
delirium had been growing louder.
She went to him again to calm him
with the sound of her voice, and he
looked up at her with a smile that
seemed almost rational. It was only
momentary he called her "Auntie,"
and began a childish prattle.
"I'm not seepy," he said. "I don't
want to go to bed, Auntie," and tried
to raise his head from the pillow.
She took her cue from him. "Yes,
you are," she cooed. "Go seepey-bye.
Auntie'll tuck you in." She arranged
his blankets about his shoulders, pat
ting and smoothing them down.
"Night-night," he said, contentedly.
"Kiss me night-night."
She touched his forehead with her
finger tips.
"Kiss' me," he demanded. "Kiss
me a night-night," and struggled to
free his arms from the covering.
"Ssh," she said, and bent down to
him. The linen screen at the foot
of the bed hid her from anyone who
might pass in the hall. She touched
her lips to his forehead. "Night
night," she whispered.
He looked at her with a childish
smile pouting his lips. It hardened
slowly into a pursed mouth of per
plexity. "Hello, old man," he said,
Stood looking down at him.
'Where He closed his eyes on
a frown.
She was still blushing hotly when
his regular breathing showed her
that he had fallen into a quiet slum
ber.
He was sitting in his armchairtaking
a sun bath at the window that looked
out on the dazzling white of melting
snows. His visitors had just left him,
at his doctor's orders. He was wait
ing for the return of "Nurse Blakely,"
(with an impatience which he mignt
have recognized as longing if hi*
(Physical weakness had not disguised
affection in him as an irritable lac*
of what he wished to have. Sh*
came in light-footed.
Ho crowed a fefhle "Ah-ha! Did
you hear whaU| the doctor said?"
"What did lie say?" she arranged
the pillows to ease the strain on a
weak bade. He was grateful for that
and his gratitude shone in his smile.
"I'm to be humored, the doctor
said I'm to have my own way in
everything."
"Are you?" she said, avoiding his
eyes. "You certainly had your own
way about the fruit."
He laughed now at the folly that
had kept him a happy prisoner in the
hospital for the past nine weeks.
"That fruit!" he said, "that was the
most deliciousthe most. Do you I
know-, Nurse Blakely, I thought those i
peaches would kill me, but I was
dying for somethings to eatand I
just took them.'' She did not reply,
"A man's a fool when he has a fever
isn't he?" he added with apologetic
seriousness.
"Only then?" she retorted with
obstinate flippancy.
She was hushing herself about the
room. He was watching her every
movement with an eye of an invalid
tenderness. "Oh, I say," he protest
ed, "you don't make any allowance
for a fellow being, ill!"
She did not answer. She smiled,
having warded off the danger which
his milder manner had warned her of
She seated herself in a chair and tooV
up a book which she had put down OP
"Nurse," he said, "you're the best
frier.d I ever had."
the table when his visitors had en
tered.
"What's that?" he demanded peev
ishly. "What are you reading?"
"One Hundred Don'ts for Nurses,"
she read from the cover. "Things
we are not to do."
"Well, don't worry. Your sins have
been all of omission. It's the things
you haven't done She smiled
serenely at the page.
"You mignt read it out at least,"
he said.
"Let me see." She turned the
pages. "I think that is probably in
cluded in the prohibitions. Don't let
others know the secrets of the profes-
sion."
He clutched the arms of the chair
"You're teasing me. Let read
that book or I'll get up."
She laughed and passed it to him.
He begpn to read: "Don't sit in a
rocking chair and rock while resting."
'Don't injure the furniture in any
way and be careful of all fancy deco
rations." He looked about him.
"The wreckage has been appalling in
this palatial apartment." He read
again. "Well, great Eli!" he cried,
and looked up at her. "Why, it was
you!"
"What was?"
"Come here, please."
She went to him. He pointed with
a thin finger at an accusing "Don't
kiss your patient."
She flusneci under her dainty Swiss
cap.
"Not even delirious patients?" he
inquired.
She turned thev back on him from
the window.
"Not even those who have an illu
mination of reason?" he persisted.
She could find nothing to say.
"Do you know," he said, "I've
been puzzled over it ever since. It
was just before I fell asleep and
woke up in my senses again. At first
I thought it was my aunt who
brought me up, and then suddenly l\
thought it was an old chum of mine
at college. You look very- like him.
Why, your names are the same. Was
Jim Blakely a relative of yours? He
was drowned
She turned on him with a cry of
brother."
"Good Lord," he gasped, and tried
to Ptse. He sank back weakly in his
chair and sat there staring at her.
"What a chump I am," he said at
last. "So you're little Marjorie." He
remembered Jim's picture of her in
his den. "How proud he was of you."
The thought, of her position there
came to nim in a shameful contrast.
"What a brute I've been," he said,
"and what an angel you've been here.
To let you wait on me hand and foot
like that. What a brute. Jim's sis-
ter."
Her back was to him. She stood
looking out of the window. Her
hand was within his reach, and he
took it. "Do you think," he said,
"being Jim's chum, you could" He
touched his lips to the palm of her
hand"forgive me? Could you?" It
was his old teasing tone with a new
note of seriousness in it.
She tried to free her fingers. "Take
care now," he warned, "the doctor
said I was to be humored."
She laughed and that weakened her
defenses. He caught her other hand.
"You're a brick, Marjorie," he said.
"Let me go," she said sobbing. "I
I want to wipe my eyes, you silly."
Her tone was itself a surrender. He
lay back and smiled with content into
her wet eyes.Utica Globe.
Prtciie:..
Still the sky was gray and frrim,
By the winter's breath congealed
Bare and gaunt vfrf bush and limb.
Whit* and hleak were moor and field.
But beneath thn frozen sod
Stirred a host of blossoms, sky,
Saying', with triumphant nod:
"Soring Is nigh!"
Through the grove a rustle crept
Neighbor unto neighbor spoke
Dryads'who for long had slept
In their cells of bark awoke,
Felt a subtle, eager thrill,
Stretched their arms, by rigor numb,
Passed the word o'er vale and hill:
"Spring Is come!"
"Blind, insensate things!" I thought,
"All the wprld is ice and snow
Yours a hope too dearly bought,
As a few short days will show.
Spring, you prate? When deep amid
Frost and drift lie leaf and spear!"
But, behold, e'en while I chid
Spring was here!
Edwin L. Sabin, in New England Maga
zine.
It was dinner time when Jumbo Sam
rode up to the Hat Six ranch. Hospi
tality is the first law of the cattle
country, and Jumbo Sam, who had
eaten breakfast seven hours before,
was in no mood to transgress it. His
saddle creaked as it was relieved of
his 200 pounds, and the jaded cow
pony shook himself with satisfaction.
"Dinner is now ready in the dinin'
car," sang out the cook. "Come an'
git it while it's hot."
In response to the welcome call the
crowd of cow punchers filed into the
dining room.
"Come on, Jumbo," said Rufe
Thompson, foreman of the Hat Six.
"Better hit the grub trail right now, if
you don't want the cook to work over
time. Them cow hands is liable to
clean off -ithat table as quick as a
beaver workin' in a patch o' Iresh wil
lows. They ain't got no more manners
than one o' yer bears when it sets
down to an antelope carcass."
Jumbo Sam was a bear hunter by
occupation, and the simile was not
lost on him. He made a hasty pre
tense of scrubbing his bearded face
in the water trough at the side of the
kitchen, and followed Thompson into
the dining room.
"Set yere, Jumbo, right acrost from
Peg Simmons. You know Peg. At
least if you don't you'd orter."
Other than an involuntary start,
Jumbo Sam gave no sign that he rec
ognized Simmons. He took the seat,
however, and bent his head so low
over his plate that Jack Fulmer, his
nearest table companion, said after
ward that he thougnt the hunter was
about to ask a blessing.
This expectation was not realized,
for Jumbo Sam, with head still low
ered, swept the table with sidelong
glances and helped himself liberally
to beefsteak, biscuits and potatoes as
the food was passed to him. As he
had a reputation for conversation of
that personal variety known as brag
gadocio, his silence was noticeable.
His close attention to the business in
hand, however, seemed to remove any
mysterious cause for this lack of lo
quacity. Not once did he refuse to
help himself to the contents of the
meat platter or pan of biscuits. Had
it not been for his peculiar manner
during the meal his reticence might
have been passed by. without com
ment. Not once did he raise his eyes
to Peg Simmons. The strange twist
of his thick neck suggested rheuma
tism, spinal trouble, earache, almost
any ill, in fact, which could be con
tracted by a man who sometimes
tracked a grizzly in fresh snow for
two or three days with stopping until
he found his game.
Peg Simmons on the other hand
seldom looked at his plate. His small
blue eyes rested almost constantly on
the bowed head across the table. He
was a little manhardly five feet
eight, and his slight frame contrasted
sharply with Jumbo Sam's bulky fig
ure. Moreover, he was a cripple. One
day while trying to head a refractory
steer in gopher ground his pony had
stepped in a prairie dog hole and
thrown him. Simmons' left leg was
broken so badly that it had to be
"Heerd you been shootin' off yer
yawp about Nell," he says,
amputated. The surgeon did the job
in such bungling fashion that the op
eration had to be repeated. When
Simmons recovered he came to the
Hat Six ranch, where he formerly had
been employed. The proprietor gave
him money to buy a wooden leg, and
in a few weeks Simmons had won the
nickname of "Peg," and the reputation
of being one of the best cow punchers
in the Big Horn basin in spite of his
misfortune. No man in the outfit was
his superior in roping a steer, nor
according to common reportIn hand
ling a six-shooter.
Jumbo Sam was one or the first to
leave the table. Disregarding Rufe
Thompson's invitation to stay at the
ranch a few days, he mounted his
nony, and rode off toward the foot
hills.
Peg Simmons gave a grim chuckle
as tne big hunter disappeared behind
a clump of quaking asp trees near
the creek and started off toward the
corral.
"Say, Peg," cried Thompson, "what
ever made Jumbo act so queer at din
ner? Kept his neck bowed like he'd
swallered a dog's hind leg."
"Not knowin' I kain't say," replied
Peg, with a mysterious twinkle in his
blue eyes, and he went out to the
corral.
"I can tell you about it, Rufe," said
Jack Fulmer. "You knowed when Peg
was hurt? Yes? Well, they took him
down to Rock Creek and the doc what
worked on him must have been a
green hand frcm a Tongue River saw^
mill, fer he had to do the job over.
Peghe -wa'an't afore thatcome
mighty nigh goin* over the range. He
would, I guess, if it hadn't been fer
that gal down to the Mansion House,
Cross-Eyed Nell, that waited on table.
"Nell, she heerd Sim was about to
croak, ah' she give up her job at the
hotel to nuss him. She tended him
night an' day an' Sim pulls through.
When she seen he was out of danger
she goes back to the hotel. Jumbo
"Say somethin' derned quick, you
ornery hoss thief!" hollers Sam.
comes into Rock Creek one day with
a couple o' bear pelts, f\n' after he
sells 'em gees over to the Last Chance
saloon an' begins to throw in coffin
paint good an' plenty. The barkeep,
jest to be a-chinnin', speaks about how
Nell nussed Sim. Jumbo is feelin'
poorty brash, and he tips an' lows that
Nell ain't no better'n she'd orter be,
an' reckons as how she don't deserve
no heap o' credit.
"After Jumbo's gone the barkeep he
ups an' tells Sim, who by this time is
stumpin' around on a saw-log fastened
to his knee. Sim, he didn't say noth
in but the boys was fixin' fer a fu
neral, fer they knowed Sim wa'an't in
the habit o' layin' down his hand as
long as he had a white chip.
"When Jumbo comes to town Sim
meets him in the Last Chance.
'Heerd you been shootin' off yer
yawp about Nell,' he says. 'Seemed
,to think it was a brace game she
worked while she was nussiu' me, did
you?'
"'What if I did?' says Jumbo, all
bristlin' up like a turkey gobbler in a
barnyard.
'Jest this,' says Sim, yankin' out
his six. 'You're goin' to git down on
yer marrer bones an' beg her pardon.
I'll learn you how to savvy a real lady
when you see her. March, an' don't
make no false motions or I'll turn you
over to the coroner.'
"It was worth a month's pay to see
'em. Jumbo is as meek as a pinto
pony that's been through the fall
round-up, an' he tramps off toward the
Mansion HOUSJ. Little Sam rollers on
behind, stump-stump-stump with that
peg leg, all the time holdin' his gun on
Jumbo. When they gits to the hotel
they finds Cross-Eyed Nell.
'Git down on yer knees,' says Sim.
"Jumbo don't crook his legs fast
enough, an' Sim give him a wallop
with the butt of his gun that lays him
on the floor. Then he gits on his
knees fast enough.
'Now beg her pardon,' says Sim.
"*'I texft know what to say,' whines
Jumbo.
'Say somethin' aerned quick, you
ornery hoss thief,' hollers Sim. 'If
you don't I'll rope you an' hog tie you
so tight that yer blood won't cirkilate
fer a month.
"Then Jumbo mumbles out that he's
sorry he every said anything an' won't
never say anything no more. Then
Sim lets him up.
'Now,' says Sim, 'you've settled
with her, but you hain't with me. You
git out o' town. If you ever speak to
me, if I ever ketch yu lookin* at me
out o' the corner o' yer eyes, you'll
take six pills so quick you won't know
you swallered 'em.'
"That's why Jumbo didn't look at
Sim to-day. He knowed he hadn't bet
ter, for Sim allers keeps his word.
C. T. Revere in New York Press.
The March of Improvement.
The ancient tanner paid an expert
high wages to guess at the contents of
his hides when sold by measure. To
day an unskilled workman hands the
irregular-shaped pieces to a little ma
chine that looks something like a table
with a double top, which, quicker than
the mind of the expert could guess it,
reckons with exactness the square
contents in both the metric and stan
dard systems. Portugal Digs Little Coal.
Portugal digs less coal than any
other European country. Her total
product of coal Is only 22,000 tons a
year. New South Wales digs yearly
just twic6 as much coal as all Spain
produces.
R. C. BOWMAN IS DEAD.
Death Results From Asphyxiation Af
ter Being Unconscious for Hours.
Minneapolis, June 2. Roland C.
Bowman, cartoonist of the Minneapo
lis Tribune, died at 2:15 o'clock Sat
urday afternoon after being uncon
scious for forty-eight hours. Death re
sulted from asphyxiation. Mr. Bow
man was found overcome by gas in
his study at his home at 2 o'clock last
Thursday afternoon. During the ab
sence of his wife in St. Paul he had
hitched a tube to a gas jet in his study
and placed the other end in his mouth*.
He was sitting in a chair unconscious
when his wife returned. Physicians
were immediately called and every
effort was made to resuscitate him,
but he died without having regained
full consciousness at any time or hav
ing spoken a word.
New School Head.
Hastings, Minn., June 2. At the
meeting of the board of education-'
Supt. A. L. McBee of Monticeilo was
elected superintendent of the public
schools of this city, succeeding J. H..
Lewis, former state superintendent.
Drowned in Bad River.
Pierre, S. D., June 2.A young man
named Gardner was drowned in Bad
river, about twenty miles above the
mouth, yesterday, while attempting to
swim a horse across the stream. He
was a new man in the country.
Crookston Attorney Dies.
Crookston, Minn., June 2. DeFor
est Bucklen, one of Crookston's most
prominent attorneys, is dead. He was
prominent as an attorney. He was a
candidate for judge of the Fourteenth
district last winter.
Early Distribution of Seed.
Distribution of flower and vegetable
Beeds by the Government will be
started Sept. 1, three months earlier
than usuai.
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Livery Stable
A. M. BAGLEY
SUCCESSOR TO J. J. JINKIN'SON
New Carriages
and Good Horses
New and Second Hand
Carriages For Sale
BEMIDJI MINN.
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THIRD STREET
BOWLING ALLEY.
For Week cmline: Tuesday, June 0th, the
following prizes will lie offered:
HIGH SCORE IN TEN PINS
One pair Gold Cuff Buttons
Furnished by E. A. Barker.
HIGH SCORE IN SEVEN BACK
One Negligee Shirt Furnished
by i. Meyer & Co.
G. WEETMAN, PROPRIETOR.
Jay Reynolds
Attorney-at-Law.
Office: Over Lumbermens Bank
Peterson & Hoff,
Painters and Decorators.
House Painting, Paper Hanging,
Graining, Decor-atipg, Etc., Etc.
MODERATE PRICES.
PAINTS, OILS AND WALL PAPER.
.PM]fflflG.[
Decorating Floor
Finishing.
Granite Floor Finish
WALL PAPER and PAINTS
W. C. J0J1ES
TELEPHONE 20
tOffice
Opp. City Boat House.